Yep. It's that time of year.

You try for silver alone

But it's supposed to be crass,
all-colours and tasteless. Eclecticism
is a strength at this time of year.

We drape sparkling expressions
of extreme opinions all over the tree.
And there are caged men on the telly pumping up,

pumping up; and a little black cherub presides
over pinks and golds and greens;

and that balding bit of tinsel left over
gets unsubtly wrapped round the standard lamp.